Rough start to week 33

Yesterday was the start of my 33rd week. I go to the Dr every 2 weeks now. Her heart rate was 157 and she is very active. I've learned how to get the acid reflux under control (for the most part) and am doing much better with that. It seems that Baby Fab hates it when I lay on either side! I mean, she kicks up a fuss like nobody's business. She just seems to be comfortable when I am on my back and that is wayyy to uncomfortable for me. She kicked up such a fuss a few nights ago that I just gave in and suffered. When I woke up, I felt like I had just ran a marathon and my legs were weak. So, I can't give in to her again. Last night was much better and I was sound asleep when J came in at 7 when he woke me to rub on my belly and tell his baby good morning as he does every morning. It's so sweet; almost as if she knows it's daddy and she wants to say hi as well.

When my Dr came in, he seemed very quiet. We talked about the baby and how I was feeling and told me everything looks great and then just kinda sat there. I asked him if he was ok and he said he was very tired and then proceeded to ask me if I knew his brother, a urologist here in H'ton, had died last week. I was shocked. I told him I had not and was just so very sorry for him. He then told me what happened:
His brother was on his way back from vacation in Miami, FL on I-26 in South Carolina, with his wife and 5 kids, ages 10-18, when he had a massive heart attack and killed him instantly. While driving. His wife grabbed the wheel and steered them off the road and had to crash their vehicle into a small tree to get the vehicle stopped. Someone behind them pulled over and tried to administer CPR, but it was too late. The police and paramedics were called and did not arrive until 30 minutes later. As they pronounced him dead, it started pouring down the rain and the police would not let them move his body and he had to lay there until the coroner could arrive. Right there in front of his wife and children. It's not bad enough that he had to die in front of them, and then had to suffer the indignity of laying in the pouring rain. He told me that he was the best father and adored his family.

Tears ran down my cheek as I watched my sweet Dr., whom I love and adore, be so vulnerable while telling me this tragic story. It just broke my heart. I told him the last time I was there, 2 weeks ago, that when I choosing a new OB after my last ordeal, I had heard that he and his 2 brothers and father were wonderful doctors. His other brother is an orthopedic Dr and his father is also a urologist.

I feel so sorry for his wife and children. It's so funny how someone you have never met can break your heart in an instant and you haven't even met them.

R.I.P. Louis Molina, MD.